Unrivaled Martial Emperor

Chapter 807 - Taking Their Place

"You dare provoke me, yet tremble at the thought of him? Do you value your lives so little?"

Chen Fan’s words resounded like thunder in the ears of the Mo Clan members, shaking their hearts and minds to the core.

In just three steps, the Mo Clan patriarch, a second-level Heavenly Star realm expert, had his dantian shattered and was reduced to a cripple.

They couldn’t say anything back to Chen Fan.

Could they afford to offend him?

They couldn’t offend either side!

The patriarch had been painfully aware of this dilemma.

Yet, between Chen Fan and the Zhang Clan, he had chosen Chen Fan and ended up suffering such a tragic fate.

Chen Fan raised his head and looked at Zhang Wuji.

He saw that Zhang Wuji’s brow was slightly furrowed. He could not see through Chen Fan’s cultivation level, but he seemed pretty strong.

“Take him down!” He waved his arm, ordering the people behind him.

Though arrogant by nature, Zhang Wuji wasn’t reckless—especially not on this ruthless demonic island, where boundless arrogance could mean one of two things: either powerful backing or utter foolishness.

Thanks to Zhang Yu, the Zhang Clan was the overlord of this area, with no one daring to provoke them. However, even that dominance had limits.

The Xuan Ting Demon Sect was very large, with countless disciples in their ranks. Plenty of people were more influential than Zhang Yu. Offending the wrong person could spell disaster, wiping out the Zhang Clan in an instant.

This understanding tempered Zhang Wuji’s actions. While he carried the arrogance of the Zhang Clan’s young master, he wasn’t a fool. Seeing Chen Fan crippling the Mo Clan’s patriarch in three steps, Zhang Wuji opted for caution.

Thump.

Chen Fan flew up, and Zhang Wuji’s expression sank. He let out a low grunt, feeling an invisible pressure squeezing him. His cultivation was also being suppressed.

The Zhang Clan experts in front of him continued approaching Chen Fan. On the other hand, Chen Fan continued rising higher, carrying Xiaoyu in his arms, and spat out, “Annihilate.”

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A streak of sword qi shot from his mouth, imbued with an overwhelming destructive force that tore through the air in an instant.

Poof, poof, poof...

One by one, the Zhang Clan experts who had been advancing toward Chen Fan were obliterated, disintegrating into nothingness.

Zhang Wuji’s expression changed once more. He wanted to retreat, but Chen Fan grabbed at the empty air.

A large, terrifying palm seal descended from the sky. It crushed all resistance from Zhang Wuji and took him down domineeringly like he was a little chick.

“I didn’t have you come here to show off,” Chen Fan said coldly, his voice dripping with disdain. “I had you come here to kneel and apologize.”

“Sis, save me!” Zhang Wuji shouted out loud.

How could he be so powerful?

He was in the fifth-level Heavenly Star realm, yet he was helpless in front of Chen Fan.

On the great demon’s back, Zhang Yu’s expression turned frosty. Her eyes narrowed, and a chilling demonic aura radiated from her, making her seem like a fiend. Dark, swirling light wrapped around her, chilling to the bones.

“Let him go.” Zhang Yu stared at Chen Fan with an icy expression.

“Xuan Ting Demon Sect’s disciple?”

“Since you know who I am, how dare you not let go!” Zhang Yu’s voice was incomparably authoritative, like the high and mighty heavenly gods.

“If you dare to lay a finger on me, you and this girl will suffer a fate worse than death!” Zhang Wuji said with a savage expression.

“I’ve heard the rules of the Xuan Ting Demon Sect,” Chen Fan said, his gaze fixed firmly on Zhang Yu. “If I kill you, I’ll be able to take your place.”

Heaven and earth fell silent as soon as those words came out.

Below, the Mo Clan members’ hearts were pumping violently. This calm voice was so arrogant, to dare think of killing Zhang Yu and taking over her position.

Zhang Yu and the others’ expressions also stiffened.

She thought Chen Fan would immediately kneel and beg for mercy if he knew she was from the Xuan Ting Demon Sect. However, Chen Fan was thinking of killing her and replacing her.

“So, why should I keep you around?” Chen Fan looked at Zhang Wuji. The large palm seal squeezed violently. The sound of bones breaking echoed. A look of hopelessness spread across his face.

“No!” Zhang Wuji’s terrified roar of fury resounded in heaven and earth. Alas, it was all in vain. He turned to dust in front of countless people.

Zhang Wuji, once so arrogantly powerful, never could have imagined that his end would come so swiftly, let alone so easily.

The nearby crowd was stunned. The demon-like Zhang Wuji died just like that. To them, Chen Fan’s display of overwhelming dominance was terrifying. He had mercilessly killed Zhang Wuji—this was Zhang Yu’s brother they were talking about!

Zhang Yu didn’t show much sorrow at the sight of Zhang Wuji’s death. Apart from a flicker of anger, caution was the stronger emotion on her face.

Chen Fan wanted to take her place. Watching how he had effortlessly killed Zhang Wuji confirmed that his threat was far from idle.

He looked at the youth beside Zhang Yu and said indifferently, “You’re a disciple of the Xuan Ting Demon Sect too, aren’t you? If you wish to intervene, I don’t mind killing you as well.”

In his eyes, it seemed there was little difference between killing Zhang Yu alone or eliminating both of them.

The youth met Chen Fan’s gaze without anger. Instead, a look of amusement flickered across his face. This man was arrogant to the extreme.

The youth smiled and said, “Hoho, if you really managed to kill Zhang Yu, then we’ll be fellow disciples. If not, then you’ll have to pay with your life.”

Without a word, the youth stepped back, giving them space, showing no intention of helping Zhang Yu.

This was the distinguishing quality of demonic sects.

This behavior wasn’t uncommon. Martial artists of the demonic path had always valued strength above all else.

Chi.

Zhang Yu suddenly moved, but not to attack Chen Fan. Instead, she attacked Madam Mo. Demonic light blossomed from her finger, seemingly about to swallow Madam Mo.

Chen Fan’s expression changed slightly. He appeared before Madam Mo and unleashed his terrifying Heavenly Star realm might.

“Continent martial artist, seventh-level Heavenly Star realm.” Sensing Chen Fan’s aura, Zhang Yu’s expression flickered.

Without hesitation, she struck again. Her palm sent forth a wave of demonic light that twisted into a vicious demonic python, rushing toward Chen Fan with deadly speed.

Her initial strike on Madam Mo had been a distraction, a cunning ploy to create an opening for a fatal blow against Chen Fan. This petty trick worked as expected; Chen Fan did not abandon Madam Mo.

Demonic cultivators cared little about means; usually, all fights were life-and-death battles for them. In their eyes, the end always justified the means.

“Annihilate.”

However, facing Zhang Yu’s attack, Chen Fan opened his mouth and spat out another streak of sword light. The attack dissipated the demonic python.

Zhang Yu’s face turned white like paper, realizing she had kicked on a steel plate. Gritting her teeth, she turned into a stream of demonic light to flee.

“You think you can get away?” Chen Fan smiled coldly. That streak of sword light drew a long river in the sky. The stream of demonic light scattered, revealing Zhang Yu.

A bloody mark appeared on her glabella as she looked at Chen Fan with indignity. The attack had split her into several pieces.

The Xuan Ting Demon Sect’s other member’s expression also turned grave.

Zhang Yu was in the eighth-level Heavenly Star realm, yet she couldn’t even escape from this seventh-level Heavenly Star realm youth. He killed her with one attack.

This kind of combat strength was too terrifying.